Art by Daria Petrilli
All you need is Love
Three wishes - multiplied
The power of thought
Read more at: Magpie Tales
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Sunday, April 12, 2015
Pre-face
"Budding Tulip" by Kumiharu Shimizu
“This is the day to bite your tongue…”
Psychic tip of the day,
tarot.com
This is the day to bite your tongue…
in giving mood, attention to sound,
body perceives an extraneous stimuli,
ears – long enough to spot hypnotizing
tom-tom in the cartridge on the
flowerbed;
head? – how big or not at all, while
everything needed for ravishing life –
just water and strength – touching the
roots
fertilizing talk.
For now, this is the day to bite your
tongue…
the first page/ copying the manners of
twins around, mirroring colors (why not
orange?),
the form, the legend: where/why came
from,
a membrane to pull on for air ventilated
truth
thru a canal from underground savvies
bulbs
between the roots and stems to propagate,
carry weight to new territory
meta-morphing silent budding tulips…
Shared with PU Poetry Pantry #247
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
Strata
Art by Floriana Quaini
The fabric,
transitional souls,
the laundry
of thinned strata
so flimsy yet
vulnerable
conscious offer
luminous
reflection
to cope with
density
hungry
crafted
unable to
relax, toxic
three-dimensional world,
firmly
kneaded in
scold/scoff
rightness
tense.
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
To day
hdwallpaperpc.com
cool morning air,
assimilating-
it feels to drink
the dew of April day,
alter the query
of wellbeing, based
on temp/o, waist
line melting
again
more walks along
the lakes,
aglow skies, in loops,
allow myself to hook
spontaneous mood
to stop when a look
meets a new quest…
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Cracked fruit
mac.appsform.net
The power of the word is awesome
Expand horizons, said with passion
I heard birdsong in dream as anthem…
If dispute of the war been only phantom…
When we’re careful enough with word art…
Who knows... listen parable; when hopping
frogs were traveling, what happened:
two fell into the deep pit; although a group
was sadden,
“You-good as dead”, - they said them.
One – stopped, gave up the battle,
another kept, heart pounding, the
hopping.
When a frog made out, a group tried to
fathom:
“Have you been listening to us?”
“I’m deaf, thanks for empowerment”, -
was answer.
~ Magical Mystical Teacher~
Note: The form Monorhyme was suggested by Walter J. Wojtanik at Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild
Read more at: Sunday's Whirligig 1
Shared with PU Poetry Pantry
Friday, April 3, 2015
Taste of time
by videa ~ deviantart.com
Breaking through
the bursting sprouts
potential
under the heels
we marching up hill
despite the telegrams
winter keeps sending on
cars hoarfrost
in the morn of
a full moon day
the focus shifts:
pay off the favorites,
first - clarity…
as fog dissipates
at the bay –
the castle we built
has a new
inhabitants…
Thursday, April 2, 2015
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